26 June 2009

St. Vincent's live show was a thing of strange beauty, fully wrought and staged by a girl a bit Chaplin, a touch Keaton (Diane), with a wide-eyed helping of Edward (Scissorhands.) It was a sad day yesterday, sentient beasts were prowling, and to welcome a thing, new and clean and nascent was a gift.

24 June 2009

23 June 2009

These videos Nijinsky dancing were created by Christian Comte; he pieced together still photographs from 1912 to render a few seconds of what made Paris burn a century ago- Nijinsky's seductive, suggestive stage stories with the Ballets Russes. (via the New Yorker)

15 June 2009

Monuments played at the Billy Reid store on Bond Street, which provided an excellent opportunity to chat with (and a few beers later, forget to say goodbye to- oops!) Hollister and Porter Hovey, who are warm and lovely as could be. Same goes for the Billy Reid crew. Really, it was a beautiful night on Bond Street, which would have been made all the more so by a dinner at Il Buco. Roebling Tea Room came in a not too shabby 2nd place. (photo by Porter Hovey)

09 June 2009

I am very excited to live in the same city as my friend, Rose. Before she moves here with her husband Robert and their Miss Josephine (future friend of Teepee), Robert (aka Lichens) plays a show at the Cartier Foundation in Paris. Not too shabby. Since I couldn't swing a ticket to Paris on such short notice, I'll see him at the Cake Shop instead.

I think it would be very agreeable to wear grown-up versions of these antique pieces from Belle Heir all summer long, accented by black underpinnings, and my recently resurrected Dries Van Noten sandals.

04 June 2009

True, they cannot actually help my baby fine locks materialize into the sultry Italian film star bed-head look of my dreams. Nonetheless, I love going to Commune. The price is beyond right, and the shampooing is like a little mini trip to the spa.

The next day we received three wreaths which grieved me to the heart; diadems that bulged in the middle like the ones country brides wear; how on earth could one look pretty in that? Marie and Anais, enraptured, tried theirs on in the midst of an admiring circle of juniors; I said nothing, but I took my accessory home where I quietly took it pieces. Then, on the same wire frame, I reconstructed a fragile, slender wreath with the big, starry marguerites placed as if by chance, ready to drop away; two or three flowers hung in bunches about my ears, a few trailed behind in my hair...Claudine at School, Colette, 1900